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It reads: Ten people have tried to crawl out of the carriages, including a mother

                   with a child who, according to eyewitnesses, went into a mental state of deep
                   stress, jumping directly into their death from one of the top carts. Several other

                   people had also jumped, while others tried to climb the steep arms of the Ferris

                   wheel and had slipped down the supports of the wheel, probably because they
                   made a wrong step or miscalculated the distance due to the dark. People had

                   crowded together, trying to catch the woman as she leaped, but the rescue

                   mission was impossible due to the fall of the woman. As she hit other wagons
                   and a metal arm of the wheel on her way down, she took a major beating a

                   witness told. She was dead as she hit the ground in the middle of the crowd. First
                   aid was attempted, but without any positive result.

                     "Sorry, sir, may I bother you with some questions?"

                   The chief of police turned around and looked at the woman who asked the
                   question.

                     "My name is Patti Anderson from Newsweek." She continued.

                   She didn’t wait for an answer, as she stretches her arm out, reaching for a
                   greeting. He absent-mindedly gives her his hand. He recognizes both the face and

                   the voice, but can't remember from where. The woman in front of him has a
                   pointy face, big round glasses, brown leather jacket that ends at the hips, high-

                   waisted tight jeans, and white-collar blouse with a big piece of jewellery. Her

                   smile is professional, reminding him of a young and driven salesman - the kind
                   that likes to persuade well-off pensioners to make an overly expensive purchase.

                   She is certainly younger than him, with at least a generation gap between them.

                   She could be one of his daughters' friends from university.
                     “The police, myself included, doesn’t answer questions right now. A press

                   conference will be held on Blackwood Street at 12 o’clock; you can ask your

                   questions there,” he says with an almost overly rigidly attitude, just to get rid of
                   her as soon as possible. He continues:

                     "I’ll have to ask you and the others to leave the area immediately, this is a

                   casualty site, or at least to keep out of the police barrier that’s being established."
                   With his pipe, he points in the direction of a small group of photographers and

                   journalists that have gradually gathered around the opposite side of the wheel.
                     Then he turns his back on the woman again and resumes his conversation with
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